Praising

One day when I was really young
I heard the Lord say to me
'Come, my child, I love your praises and they're powerful'

So I went bouncing, shouting, 'Love you, Jesus'
Clapping, lifting hands in worship
Dancing, always singing for Him
Rocking, crying 'Jesus, praise Your name'

When I get really old and grey
And people come to me and say
'What did you do when you were young to praise the Lord?'
I'll say...

And when life ends 'cos I'm too old
And when I walk the streets of gold
I will forever sing my praises to the Lord
You'll find me...